hardy boys fan fiction
THE OUIJA BOARD
hardy boys nancy drew fan fiction
by
Phoenix
Chapter
12
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
Warily, Frank reached out his hand and the old man took it. Wilson led him to the bed, positioning him to stand in front of Joe, who was sitting on the edge.
Reaching out, he gently removed the bandage from Joe’s head. “Do you trust me?” he asked the younger boy, who nodded solemnly, his blue eyes wide in his pale face. The man took the tip of the knife and carefully pressed it against the scab on the wound, pricking at the edge until it bled.
Joe winced but didn’t move as Frank tensed, not liking this one bit. Satisfied, Wilson looked at Frank and explained, “I am going to nick your thumb now, to make it bleed. This is very important – I will need you to repeat what I say, word for word. Understood?”
The older boy nodded.
Wilson placed the blade against Frank’s thumb and made a quick, small cut. The boy gasped in pain but didn’t pull his hand away, his eyes transfixed by the sight of his own blood. Immediately Wilson pressed the bleeding thumb against Joe’s head wound and slowly drew it across the boy’s forehead leaving a bloody trail behind.
“I sînt art.hot. frate… (I am the brother)” Wilson said.
“I sînt art.hot. frate” Frank repeated.
“El este de de meu sînge…(he is of my blood),” the old man continued.
“El este de de meu sînge,” Frank said carefully.
“Tu abil have pe el… (You cannot have him),” Wilson’s voice rose slightly.
“Tu abil have pe el,” Frank’s rose to meet his.
“EL SUB LA SPRE EU! (he belongs to me)” the old man actually shouted, making Joe flinch beneath Frank’s hand.
“EL SUB LA SPRE EU!” Frank followed suit.
Wilson immediately released Frank’s hand and then nodded, pleased. “Good, we can go now.”
“What did I just say?” Frank asked, pressing his fingers against his thumb to stop the bleeding.
Wilson smiled. “Not to mess with your brother.” The nineteen-year old accepted that and nodded, his face grim but determined.
“Do I have to say anything?” Joe asked, getting up and starting to reach for his forehead, but the old man grabbed his hand and stopped him.
“Don’t touch, and not yet,” Wilson reprimanded gently, and then he looked at Vanessa. “I think it will be better if you stay here. Try and stall Frank’s parents from coming back for as long as you can.”
The girl nodded in understanding and flashed them a brief smile. “No problem. I’ll tell them Joe’s still sleeping, and see if I can get them to leave for a while. Just be careful, okay?”
“Thanks, angel,” Joe smiled back at her and gave her cheek a brief peck. “And we will be,” was his whispered promise.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” a nurse asked as she saw her patient and three other people come out of his room
“Stepping out for a bit,” Joe said, “Hold my calls!”
“Wait—” the nurse protested.
“It’s okay,” the boy said, winking at her, “I’m feeling much better!” Frank pulled him into the elevator before the nurse could say anything else.
“Why do I think this is going to be a big mistake?” the older boy muttered as he pressed the button for the ground floor.
Joe shrugged but never said anything. In truth he hoped this didn’t take too long because he was starting to feel the tiredness again…
* * *
Callie was on her feet as soon as she saw Frank and Wilson step out of the elevator. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw Joe.
“What? But I thought—” she started, but stopped when she saw Frank shaking his head.
“Don’t ask,” he grouched, really not liking this at all. “Come on.”
“Come on?” she parroted, “Where are we going?”
“You’re getting your wish,” the dark-haired boy told her, “We’re going back to Deathe House.”
* * *
The group drove back to the house in silence. They were squeezed in Callie’s car because the boys’ van was at home - as Frank had come to the hospital with his father - and Wilson only had his pickup… definitely not enough room for the four of them.
Frank glanced across at his brother, biting his lip. Joe was next to him in the backseat, with his head leaned back and his eyes closed. He was still too pale and the reddish-brown blood mark on his forehead stuck out vividly in contrast. An expert at reading his younger sibling, Frank knew the other boy was a lot weaker then he was letting on.
He opened his mouth to tell Callie to turn around and take them back to the hospital when Dr. Bates words echoed in his ear… ‘I don’t want to release him until his blood pressure is back up, but as to what’s happened, I really have no idea. All I can say for sure is that blood just doesn’t disappear!’…
And then Deathe House came into sight.
* * *
“Mr. Hardy! Mrs. Hardy!” Vanessa greeted cheerfully as she sat down at the cafeteria table next to them.
“Vanessa,” Laura smiled at the pretty young girl, “did you see Joe? He was sleeping when we left.”
“Yes, I did,” the girl nodded, “he was awake for a few moments but is sleeping again.”
“That’s good,” Fenton commented, “the sleep will help.”
“Yes, the doctor thinks he’ll be out for a couple more hours at least.” She looked at the concerned parents. “You guys look wiped; why don’t you go home for a bit – I want to hang out for awhile, and I can call you when he wakes.” ‘Gets back’ she thought in her mind, hoping they’d go for it. She was particularly worried about Fenton – he was used to being able to tell when he was being fed a line.
The detective did look at her thoughtfully for a few moments, and then he glanced at his wife and shrugged, “It does sound like a good idea. Joe doesn’t need all of us watching him sleep.”
Laura was a bit more hesitant. “I don’t know—” she started, but then sighed, “Actually, that might be a good idea. Thank you, Vanessa, and please have Frank call us if anything changes – anything at all!”
“I will,” Vanessa promised and then got up to walk them down to the parkade, determined to make sure they didn’t stop at Joe’s room to say good-bye.
After they left, she went back to the waiting room and sat down. She’d stay there and run interference in case anyone else showed up.
* * *
“I really do hate this place,” Joe mumbled as he opened his eyes when the car stopped, and looked up at the looming house.
“Me too, little brother,” Frank said, reaching across and giving his shoulder a squeeze. “Just do me a favor and stay close, okay?”
Joe nodded, took a deep breath and pushed open the car door. He went to stand by Callie and Wilson, who were outside the car looking up at the door. Wilson turned around and looked at the three teens. “Once in, we go directly to the library. Callie will use the Ouija board to establish a link with Vlad; she’ll say ‘Good bye’… he’ll say GOOD BYE and then we get the heck out of there.”
“What if he doesn’t want to say good-bye?” Callie asked, a bit nervously.
“He doesn’t have a choice,” Wilson said matter-of-factly, and then turned directly to Frank and Joe. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just passed Frank a heavy-duty flashlight identical to the one he himself was holding.
“What do you want me and Joe to do?” Frank asked as his brother shifted next to him.
“Nothing,” the old man told them. He looked at Frank. “Just stay near your brother. Don’t let him out of your sight.”
“That’s it?” Joe was surprised. He thought they’d have to do something a little more than that; he wondered why Wilson had even wanted them to come, because Frank could baby-sit just as well in the hospital as here…unless it was for backup in case of trouble. Not that Joe had been very effective last night – he couldn’t even break a blasted window!!
“Once the leech realizes we are here to close his door…” Mr. Fitzpatrick explained solemnly, looking at the younger Hardy, “he’s going to try and finish what he started. I want you here so I can make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“I get it,” Frank said slowly, “it’ll speed up the process...”
“Exactly,” the old man nodded, pleased that the older boy seemed to finally be accepting this in some sort of way, “you stick to your brother. Your protection by blood and presence should be enough…”
His voice trailed off and Frank picked up on his wording, glancing anxiously at his brother. “Should? But if not—”
“If not, I’ll be right here and I’ll do whatever I can,” Wilson promised. He looked up at the big house. “Let’s get this done. I need to feed my dog.”
The three teens nodded and quietly followed the man up to the front door. All around them the world had gone quiet – eerily quiet – and Joe felt as if something was breathing down his neck. He shivered and moved a bit closer to Frank. They were expected….
Mr. Fitzpatrick pushed the door open. It opened soundlessly, but before he went inside, he reached for his talisman, held it tightly and spoke loudly, “I sînt a protega by sînge!” (I am protected by blood)
He looked at Joe and nodded, indicating he wanted him to say the same thing. The teen cleared his throat and repeated after the old man, “I sînt a protega by sînge!”
Wilson nodded and gave him a small smile, and then stepped inside, clicking on the powerful flashlight he had brought with him; although only seven o’clock, the early autumn night cast the house in foreboding darkness.
* * *
Callie looked at Frank and he shrugged; apparently they didn’t need to say anything. Taking a deep breath she followed him and Joe.
The first thing she noticed was how heavy the air was in the house, and then she saw Frank reach out and grab Joe when the younger boy suddenly stumbled. Wilson looked around sharply and then called out, “Tu abil have pe el. El este nu al tău. (You cannot have him. He is not yours)”.
Around them the house seemed to shudder, and as the hair rose on the back of Callie’s neck, she felt a crushing sense of anger around her!
The house was not happy.
* * *
They continued the trek through the semi-gloom of the hallway towards the library, Wilson’s flashlight weaving a path for them. Frank kept a grip on his brother’s arm, all his senses on alert as his every nerve screamed at him to get Joe the hell out of this house. But still they trudged on.
“What if the board was burned up in the fire?” Callie whispered, her voice sounding loud in the eerie stillness, but the old man shook his head.
“It won’t be,” he said.
“But how do you know?” she pressed, running into Frank when he stopped. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
“Trust me,” Mr. Fitzpatrick assured her, and moments later as he pushed open the library door and led them inside, the three teens gaped in shock. Except for the broken window, the library was untouched – as if the fire never happened – and there in the middle of the room, on the stones where Callie had placed it was the Ouija board. And totally surrounding it was a stain – a large wet blood stain!
* * *
Joe went weak as soon as he saw it! He knew exactly what it was – it was his blood! If it wasn’t for Frank’s tight grip on his arm, the boy would have dropped to his knees; as it was he staggered, but his brother kept him on his feet. The younger boy could feel the lust of this house for him…for that precious last drop – its desire had hit him like a physical blow as soon as he had stepped inside, and once again he could feel it, like prickly cold fingers along his spine….
“You okay?” he heard Frank whisper, and Joe managed to nod his head, not trusting himself to speak. He felt a wave of dizziness and started to shiver. Frank put an arm around his shoulders and the ‘fingers’ stilled, held at bay by his talisman – his brother.
Held at bay…for a moment.
* * *
Wilson passed Callie a lighter. “The candles,” he instructed, glancing back at the brothers. He could feel the power of the leech around them and pressed her to hurry: “Quickly.”
* * *
The mark on Joe’s forehead started to itch….He reached up to scratch it, as he watched the girl quickly move from one candle to the next, lighting them. Beside him Frank was watching her too, although he kept one arm loosely around Joe’s shoulder.
His forehead started to ache as he saw Callie sit down in front of the Ouija board. Wilson sat down next to her. Reaching up again, Joe rubbed his forehead gently. Frank turned to him and frowned. Joe put his hand down.
Callie and Wilson joined hands.
Joe’s heart rate picked up. Around him he could feel the darkness pressing, reaching out to him but unable to touch him. It was waiting. He glanced around nervously and moved even closer to Frank. He heard Callie’s voice:
“Oh spirits of the Ouija board…we have come here tonight to this place to seek out one who is willing to talk to us! We have questions oh spirits, many questions…is there anyone willing to talk to us…?”
The blood mark on his forehead started to feel warm – and then to burn. Once again his fingers reached up – rubbing at it…rubbing it away…!
* * *
Wilson’s head jerked up. He felt it! The feeling of triumph swept through him and he whirled around, his face immediately paling.
“NO!” he yelled, jumping to his feet and lunging at Joe, but he was too late. The mark was gone! And as the man grabbed for the boys, something swooshed past him, blowing out the candles and slamming both boys back and against the brick fireplace!
Stunned, Frank slumped to the floor—
But not Joe…Joe bled.
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